Packing Heat (Radio Edit) ft. saint jess Lyrics

I got an order on the Anti-Hoarder-er-er-er-er

Swore to send within a day no mor-or-ore or

I would break my policies on the order-er-ers

Like a fight breaking out at a Trump rally of supporters

It doesn't matter if I'm sending it to Maine or to Mordor

One day handling is a promise that this company is swore to

Cause we're killing the game like our name is Lizzie Borden

Orders coming in so fast my shelves of are shortening

This ain't Jumanji mother, don't let the game kill you

You've got packages to send, it's what you were born to do

I was born to play with packages, you can call me Kevin Clash

Girl rethink where you put that box cause it don't belong in the trash

He's packing heat like the box is on fire

It's the six one seven, he runs this empire

Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired

You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael Myers

I'm cranking out fast like it's being sent Priority Express

That's cause when it comes to this I'm undoubtedly the best

No, not in rap, Pac's got that locked up next to the bullets in his chest

But I can package a goddamn vest like it's nobody's mother business

I never a fan cause at my shows they always got the clap

Got to really wrap your package before you deliver to their laps

If you think I suck, clean the out of your ear gaps

Then go hop in a coffin and take a mother nap

Tie you- Tie you up with packing tape and throw you in the river

Be sure to drag your feet along the dock so that you get a sliver

Is white, traded for anthrax with my shiny silver

You can expect that in your mailbox sometime in September

He's packing heat like the box is on fire

It's the six one seven, he runs this empire

Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired

You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael Myers

You ever go and suffocate someone with a piece of cardboard

And pressed a boxcutter to their throat all just cause you were bored?

Shoved a handful of packing peanuts down her mother gourd

If you read a list of all I've done, your mouth would hit the floor

Cause I'll always pack the heat until the day I'm dead

Like I'm shipping out a space heater to your Uncle Fred

Meanwhile I'm banging your Aunt Samantha in the back a the dance club

And the deliveries won't stop until the sun comes up

Your sister's fun to, she's got the flow like Nas' ether

When I pull down her skirt it's like staring in the mirror

Stick my package in her box but forgot to correctly pack it

If only I knew just how to bubble wrap it!

He's packing heat like the box is on fire

It's the six one seven, he runs this empire

Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired

You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael Myers

Ah

Ah ah ah

Yeah

Packing Heat

Ah ah ah

One more time!

He's packing heat like the box is on fire

It's the six one seven, he runs this empire

Tape it up so tight, that once it's acquired

You'll have to take a knife to it like you're Michael Myers

Ah ha ha ha

Yo, it's Cardboardi B

I'm not your 32 ECT

I'm a 500 pound double-walled box mother

I've held you would be crushed by

I've held you couldn't even fathom holding

So all the pricks who are gonna say

CB, your album's trash

Yourselves, I'm recyclable